Legacies, Prologue

It may have begun, Matt thought, the night Molly screamed and they both came running.

Legacies, Part 1

When he opened the apartment door, Molly was there, calling his name and springing into his arms. “Hi there,” he said, breathing in the smell of her hair. “I missed you, too.” Then, two things struck him simultaneously. One, Molly was trembling and holding him far too tightly; and two, there was a woman he’d never seen before standing in his apartment, staring at him blankly.

“Sylar was here,” came a flat, accented voice.

Legacies, Part 2

Mohinder insisted on watching over Maya as she went into what Elle blithely called “detox.” A quiet room, a handful of pills each day. After a week, Maya started to cry from the loneliness of it, and at the sight of her clear, honest tears, Mohinder put his foot down. It was one thing to help her through the hardest part, he said, but it was quite another to imprison her. Bob had allowed Mohinder to visit her, of course, and Elle was in there often as well (Maya’s gratitude to her outweighed her obvious distaste for the girl’s showmanship), but Mohinder had leverage, and the end Maya was allowed to move out to a small, furnished short-term rental close by. She continued to take her pills, though, just like an obedient student. She was the one person for whom it seemed to be a genuine relief to not have any power.

Legacies, Part 3

Would you believe they didn’t talk about it for another two days?

Legacies, Part 4

Matt had a hard day that day. Well, the best days were hard. That was life as a cop, and it was the life he chose. He didn’t choose, however, to hear Andrews recounting every noise the stripper had made in the back alley last night after the show. Or to hear Fuller thinking Ugh, slacker every time he walked by Matt’s desk. Nor did he choose to have his car get a flat. Or to spill coffee on his freshly laundered shirt.

Legacies, Part 5

When Matt came sleepily out of his room the following morning, he yawned good morning to Molly, but stopped, blinked, and smiled before shyly repeating the words to Mohinder. He answered in kind, also shyly, looking up at Matt from beneath nervously fluttering lashes.

Legacies, Part 6

Mohinder awoke with a headache, as though he’d been drinking. The bright morning was far too much to take. He crossed the room, shut the blinds, and tumbled back into bed. Anything but daylight.

But his mind was racing even in the darkness, and eventually he cursed and sat up again. He’d ruined things, he was sure of it. He’d actually slammed his door on Matt last night. Without saying a word, like a three-year-old. Thank God Molly wasn’t up. She’d lecture him on being childish, and that would be too embarrassing to handle.

Legacies, Part 7

One week ago

She was glowing, looking like a dreamy teenager, when she came over. Wearing an outfit Matt hadn’t seen her wear before. Thinking wildly in Spanish. Matt couldn’t make any sense of the words, save a few “yo” and “esta,” but the tone was unmistakable. Maya was hoping for something.

Legacies, Part 8

Downtown’s traffic snarl made Mohinder feel as though he were climbing a jungle gym. The address, black-on-gray on his cell phone, was pale in his hand. He was sure he’d memorized it the moment it came through, but he kept glancing back, afraid it had changed, or he’d remembered it wrong, or something else horrible and catastrophic. And everywhere, wire fences and car exhaust and silver vending carts in his path. He dodged and darted. He had to get there. He had to get to Matt.